Demented to be Forever Alone.

What if I’m not exactly who you think I am? I know I’m too difficult to handle. I get pissed off over little things. I get too happy over ridiculous stuffs like rainbows, bananas, rain, sunflowers and marshmallows. I like to be treated like a best friend, an enemy, a princess and a slave all at the same time. I like happy surprises but I hate it when people don’t tell me things that I really need to know. I hate it when I get stood up. I hate broken promises. I’m going to need a high maintenance and nobody’s probably ever going to put up with that. So, yeah. That’s it. I might as well start courting myself because I’m probably the only person who can put up with me. Ha-ha.

Back to Hell.

I'm not excited for school. I used to be so psyched for the first-day-of-school feelings but nah. I'm not even thrilled to have my daily allowance back. And my super stupid schedule with a public speaking class isn't helping either. And I'm not looking forward to seeing anybody from school, yet. Ugh. But then I have to face the fact that my summer is done and gone. I have to get back to reading articles and stuff, to exercising my neurons, and to endless projects and exams in hell. Ugh. This is it. I have to hang in here and not fail anything. Aja!